“If you don’t want to continue, then get up and go home. I don’t think you will though.”
He waited for about 10 seconds.
“I told you, you wouldn’t leave. Now, since you are acting up and pretending that you don’t want my dick in your face, you have to ask for what you want.”
“Ask me for it, you fucking pussy. Ask me what you have been dying to do to my dick all year. And ask nice, or I might not let you have it.” He said forcefully.
I felt like that skinny guy in the magazine. Only there was just Tom in front of me. I felt like a punk. I thought this was the most exciting feeling I’ve ever felt.
“Can I touch your dick, please?”
“Ask and then do it, I’ll only tell you if you are not allowed to do something.”
Very shakily my hand wrapped around his pulsing cock. I thought I was going to jerk him off just with my shaking. I held it right in front of my face for a few seconds. I didn’t bother to ask. I just started licking the head of his cock. He didn’t complain so I guess it was OK to do. I was so nervous, but I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, so I just opened my mouth and let my lips slide over the head of his dick, very slowly past the ridge of the head and onto the shaft. I tried to move back, but he held my head in place.
“Now, you’re MY cock sucking punk, aren’t you?”
I tried to answer, but all that came out was a muffled mumble.
“Yeah, you love it so much you’re moaning with pleasure. You love getting fucked in the mouth, don’t you punk?”
He said, “I can’t believe how much of my cock you can take in your mouth. You must love this.”
I could feel his pubic hair tickling my nose. And I felt the tip of his dick in the back of my throat.
He let go of my head, and I was able to slide off of his dick slowly. I took it out of my mouth and looked at it. It was a beautiful sight. It was all wet and shiny, and it was pulsing with power.
“Back on it bitch, it’s cold out here.”
He pulled his dick out of my mouth, and some cum was still oozing out of the tip.
“Come on. It’s good till the last drop. Don’t let any go to waste. Lick it off the tip, punk.”
I eagerly licked it off the tip, and I swirled around the head just to let him know I loved sucking his cock. I think he knew it anyway. He fell back on his bed and said,
“Don’t move. I’ll be ready again for a minute or two.”
I didn’t move. I just stayed there on my knees and was still shaking. The whole experience was running through my mind. I loved it. It was the best feeling I’ve ever had. When he said he would be ready again, a greedy smile came over my face. I couldn’t wait to feel his dick on me again. This time I’d be ready, and I’ll gobble all his cum in my mouth. And if he’s up for it I’ll give him a third blowjob and wear that entire load on my face.
When he got up again after just two minutes, he brought a mirror over and held it in front of me.
He said, “Now look how hot you look with your make-up on. Any guy would pull his pants down for you.”
I looked in the mirror and saw gobs of thick white cum on my face. I also saw that my hair was in pigtails. That was what he was doing with my hair. The sight of this look for me made me wish there were other guys in the room.
We had a lot of fun that summer. It just took that one day at Tom’s house to wipe out a summer of boring days.